Deeds Of Flesh - Path Of The Weakening lyrics
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Tracks 01. Indigenous To The Appalling (Mutinous Human)
02. Lustmord 03. Path Of The Weakening 04. Summarily Killed 05. Sounds Of Loud Reigns 06. Execute The Anthropophagi 07. I Die On My Own Terms 08. Sense Of The Diabolic 09. A Violent God 01. Indigenous To The Appalling (Mutinous Human)
Dweller of the night
Mutinous human Body deficient of normality An outcast People hostile to his form Others fear In his enemy Indigenous to the appalling Dweller of the night Force to live as an animal Away from common man Intensified eith time Primal instincts forced to emerge Finding a taste for young human meat Indigenous to the appalling Dweller of the night Unaware that it's abnormal Overtaking with bare handas Biting into veins With sharpened teeth Draining existence Consuming innocence Only ones to blame Are those who were afraid Force to live as an animal Away from common man Intensified eith time Primal instincts forced to emerge Finding a taste for young human meat Indigenous to the appalling Dweller of the night 02. Lustmord
This feeling won't leave me
I need to relieve thee By maiming and hulling this bitch In total secrecy From some dark place In my soul comes a new Realm of depravity Like a beast I overcome her and utterly destroy her For I must surrender To my feelings of anger Hurting her Derived intense erotic pleasure Playing inside brings a new high A paradise from which I can't hide This feeling won't leave me I need to relieve thee By maiming and hulling this bitch In total secrecy She suffers beautifully As I rip and cut her internally I know she still loves me She was my wife 03. Path Of The Weakening
Struggling up the hill
Stuck and trapped Searching for a new life Crossing unknown land During winter Unable to move Until the spring We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out The forlorn hope was formed Elderly people sacrificed themselves To find help or become food For the starving For the young They drew sticks to see who would Get eaten first And who would Challenge the cold To find help A courageous art As the others Are they cried The ultimate sacrifice Has now begun Staring death in the face The paradise so longed for Has imprisoned the ill fated journey In a frozen tomb We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out Elderly people sacrificed themselves To find help or become food For the starving For the young We'll die by then The snow must melt Trepidation starts When the food runs out 04. Summarily Killed
Locked in a world conflict
A species very existence at stake Forbidden to exit occupied territories Force to dig their own graves Machine gunning thousands Killed in full fury Horrifying revelations Heaving like a living sea The mass starvation And pain in their eyes Final solution Systematic extermination Of a made to believe inferior population Scenes of anguish and terror Bassing vans, cremation chambers Deformed experiments Assembly lines of death So called detention camps Imminently became death traps The healthy slave all day While the weak whither away Marches of murder Killed in full fury The mass starvation And pain in their eyes Burned into history 05. Sounds Of Loud Reigns
As I took at my friend he is weeping
Bullets striking condemned martyrs Am I next Blasting on a wrath of vengeance Ready to kill everyone of us I must scape Sounds of loud reigns Some collapse in the panic The fear is overwhelming To look in their eyes Could bring forth certain demise Scattered shots and screaming The situation has gone on too long The nightmare gets worse Exploding bodies Friends glaring With morbid Glares of death Running down a hall I hear footsteps Following close behind Am I next I must scape As I took at my friend he is weeping Bullets striking condemned martyrs Am I next Blasting on a wrath of vengeance Ready to kill everyone of us I must scape 06. Execute The Anthropophagi
Arriving on a scene
Of ultimate atrocities They can't believe It's a cannibal army of fifty Relief soon turned To a feeling of madness That family and friends Has been butchered By A clan of Mutinous humans Now shackled and chained Take revenge for their savagery Beaten, whipped, and stoned While being dragged Down the road To execute the anthropophagi The crowd hungry for their death Strikes a terror We see in their eyes Blind then for torture Bind then to the rack Gorging Out the innards Let then Bleed to death But not too fast Feel the pain you have caused us On your last day suffering The women watched their men's lives Be diminished Then perished by flame In a cremating decay The notorious legacy ends 07. I Die On My Own Terms
While free in society
I was other people's nightmare I was their reaper Frantic on a killing spree I took twenty before finally caught Always being in control Thriving on the power over Others Now it's changed The judge is the killer now And i become the victim He gives me death But I have other plans No other human Will take my being This body Now I must flee You won't have your satisfaction My form of escape Always successful Which will it be I die on my own terms Swan dive off the sink Hang myself with no clothes With my sheets My game I win I die on my own terms 08. Sense Of The Diabolic
What plagues the brain
To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic The killers of killers Slumped the mangled body Up against a tree Like a hunched over scarecrow In a fetal position During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard Gagging on dirt Packed deep into the lungs Eyes branded, have no color Cornesa engraved Random incisions sliced deep Through the muscle exposing bones What plagues the brain To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard The killers of killers 09. A Violent God
Behold a white horse
And he who set upon him Was called faithful and true And in righteousness he doth judge and make war His eyes were as a flame of fire And on his head were many crowns And he had a name written That no man knew but he himself And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood And the armies followed him upon white horses Clothed in fine linen, white and clean And out of this mouth goeth a sharp sword That with it he should smite the nations And he shall rule then with a rod of iron And the remnant were slain With the sword |